This is my first Thor fanfic. Decided to try it out and see how it goes. I own nothing of the Marvel world and am just writing for some fun. Please read and review.

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The shopping mall food court was busy as normal for a Saturday. Things returned to normal as could be expected after the events of New York and the knowledge that other life existed on other worlds just became general knowledge and life went on. This knowledge wasn't suppressed but exposed and showed over and over again and investors took interest in building 'advanced' technologies that supported an advanced culture that was turning away from fossil fuels.

Tony Stark jumped on board and was one of the largest investors in rebuilding New York with the latest in sustainable energy. Universities were asked for the brightest around the world to help in this project. There was something in the air that united everyone and for the first time in many decades people had a sense of pride in building something for the future.

The malls were buzzing with gossip on this very topic and amongst the crowd sat an old man with a cup of coffee who listened to all the words and ecstatic hopes and dreams. He smiled from time to time but then returned to his somber look as his fingers played with the corporate paper cup of overpriced coffee.

Loki found the image he took as an old man was perfect to blend into Midgardian society. The majority of the population ignored him for the most part save for a few other elderly in the population. His true identity was splashed over every media source possible. Even a few of the youth tried to imitate him through rough means of hair dye and homemade costumes, and for the few tailored made costumes. It was laughable but none the less intriguing. The villain he discovered was seen as something attractive as evidenced by the fans he gained. Loki had to laugh at how many women and some men found him attractive even after he sought to destroy and enslave their society.

His thoughts turned to the events that brought him here and made him a still hunted man on Earth. His escape from Stark tower wasn't one of his more pleasant events he experienced. The pain that crippled his body after the Hulk's treatment almost ensured his capture. He was adept at using magic and the healing arts were no stranger to him being weaker than his brother. All of his magical strength was used to heal him enough to make a very strategic escape. He used the last reserves of magic to transform his clothes to something dust covered and slightly torn. Upon leaving the tower he was quickly taken in a military truck with the other civilians and driven from the city.

Since then his face has been in the news since and he had to use a disguise every day. He knew that he would be unable to get to gain an army again. His blunder he was sure would be part of the latest gossip of the seven realms and the Chuitari, what's left of them, would curse his name for many generations to come.

But that didn't stop him from planning and doing his research. He already started and even he was surprised how quickly his plans developed. Now that he understood Midgardian psychology to a much greater degree he would not be so easily stopped.

Loki's thoughts were interrupted when a couple of youth looked at him with scorn and made requests with a tone that showed just as much respect. "Hey old man, you've been sitting here for ages. Move, we need the table."

"Need or want?"

"What does it matter? You've finished your coffee now move it." The teenager in question wore what has become fashionable remake of his own green tunic. His hair was dyed black and grown to his shoulders.

Loki was angry that such vermin would hope to imitate him. "You are very free to try and move me. Tell me you Lokian wannabe, how fast would it be before your actions are posted on the internet?" He smiled at the young man waiting for him to take the bait.

The young man thought about it and smiled back, not thinking of the consequences. "I'd say about thirty seconds after I kick your wrinkled old ass."

Loki sat back and took a final sip of his now cold coffee enjoying the bitterness of it. The young man took issue with being ignored and slapped the coffee cup out of his hands. In a matter of two seconds the young man found himself face down with the coffee cup being crushed by this face on the small table. His arm was being pulled back at an odd angle that forced a strangled scream out of the young man that sounded like an infant.

"Foolish child! Dressing up like the villain doesn't make you one." Loki moved the youn man up holding him by the throat with more strength than an old man was thought to possess. "I want to teach you some manners. I really do. I am very sure that if this does get on the internet there will be many others that agree with me." He tossed him toward his friend who held the open mouthed look of WTF and ran leaving his friend on the ground.

People around did indeed take out their cell phones, some discretely some very obvious in their intentions.

"Kick his ass hold man!" "Lokian dickhead!" "Hey respect your elders freak!"

Several cries went out in the crowd and he looked down at the visibly shaking young man who held pure anger in his eyes. "Fuck you old man."

Loki was enjoying this moment but knew that too much attention would be a bad thing given that he wanted to keep a low profile. He picked the young man up and shoved him into the seat and forced his face into the table with such force that his lips puckered out fattening his cheeks. People around laughed and zoomed in on the image.

"Here's your seat that you wanted and your table. Enjoy sitting at it alone!" Loki let go and walked away. The crowd clapped and laughed cheering on Loki as he left.

The young man was upset and on the verge of tears but held back knowing that the mini cameras were still watching is every move. He slowly stood up and left the food court and under his breath planned to take revenge on the old man.

Loki knew that, that confrontation may expose him as people would wonder who he is and where he came from. He left the mall to walk downtown so he could fade into the crowd. Moments later he noticed that he was being followed by the young man that caused him so much trouble.

It took no time to lead the youth to a back alley where no one ventured this time of day and was too old to have surveillance cameras installed.

"Hey old man! I'm going to fuck you up!" He took out a knife and smiled as he began to wield it in a confident yet inexperienced manner.

Loki smiled and turned. "Well then what are you waiting for?"

The young man lunged and was thrown against a wall. Loki stood as if nothing happened and waited for another attack. As expected the young man took a swipe but Loki was ready and kicked out forcing the man to the ground. He got up from the ground and tried to punch Loki in the face and missed hitting a garbage can instead, spilling trash on himself.

"Ok, you've got some moves old man but I'm still gonna kick your ass. You humiliated me!"

Before he could choke out another insult he was pinned to the wall by the throat. The young man went wide eyed as the old man transformed into the face that was broadcast everywhere. Genuine fear filtered through every cell in his body.

"I see that you know who I am. Dressing up like me does not make you me. I am royalty and you dare to imitate what you are not even evolved enough to understand." The young man attempted to choke out a sentence but the grip around his throat prevented any further discourse. "Now, what to do with you. Killing you would bring a lot of attention." He let the young man go and he dropped to the ground.

"I'm sorry, please…(cough)don't…I'm just." His words turned to sobs.

Loki knelt down lifted the red face that now was streaked with tears of fear. "How old are you?"

"Fif…fifteen."

"Have you a name?"

"Kevin."

The young man started to calm realizing that conversation took over physical force. "Well Kevin, you didn't think about your adversary well enough and now you are at his mercy. I'll give you a choice. Either you serve me or I'll kill you here and now with your own knife." He lifted the blade to the young man's face to show that he meant it.

"I want to live."

"Say that you'll serve me." Loki spoke in a soft voice that helped to calm him.

The young man was unsure of what to do and the language of service scared him. It was out of time and so surreal. "Yeah, I'll work for you."

A smile played across Loki's face. "You misunderstand me. I said serve not work for. When you work for someone there is an option of leaving. The former indicates ownership. Now I'll ask this just one more time. Will you serve me or do I leave your body for the authorities to find."

Kevin understood the meaning behind the word and realized that his anger wound him up in something too large for him to handle. He wanted to live and not end up as some statistic with no name. "I'll serve you." A shiver went through him and he wondered if there was more to it than the cold stone behind him.

"Smartest thing you said." Loki transformed into a man in his mid 40's. "As far as anyone is concerned you are my nephew. Play along if you know what is good for you."

Kevin nodded and stayed next to Loki but kept his distance as much as he could. All the events on the news became very real to him. It wasn't a game or something distant that could be pushed aside. He felt slightly numb inside as he followed one of the most dangerous men on Earth to date. They stood near a police officer and thought of telling him everything.

"Hey this is…he's...! Look he's…!"

The police officer turned and looked at Kevin with a worried look.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't say what he wanted. "He's my uncle!"

The officer rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the radio on his chest.

Loki looked down at Kevin with a smile on his face. "Servant's don't give away secrets now do they?"

Kevin turned a couple of shades lighter and looked at the ground. It wasn't long before he was led into an apartment building that someone from his background could never afford to own or hope to rent. The lobby was clean and held new furniture. An elderly woman approached them.

"Ah, Mr. Locke I am so glad that you're back from Toronto. I trust you had a pleasant time?" The woman was dressed from her age when pearls were in fashion and subtle colors were the norm. Her accent told of a woman who was born in England but had immigrated when she was a teenager.

"It was indeed Mrs. Bennet. I even had time to take my nephew to a hockey game." He looked at Kevin who was trying to melt into the floor.

Mrs. Bennet smiled at Kevin, looking at his clothes. "I'm sure you'll get him nice and cleaned up to show what a respectable young man he is."

They said their goodbyes and Kevin's last hope of freedom died when the elevator doors shut. Kevin looked at Loki who said nothing as they made their way to the apartment. It was a beautiful and held every modern convenience expected for someone living in such a refined area.

"So um, where did you get the money for this?"

"There is a real Mr. Locke or was until he killed himself when a few of his investments fell through. I simply took over his life."

Kevin nodded not really knowing what to say to that new information. He summed it up to some villain thing and moved on. The real question was too frightening for him to ask and sooner or later it will be answered.

"Kevin, come with me." They came to a bedroom that had its own bathroom. "This is your room. There are some clothes in the closets. If they don't fit I'll have new ones bought for you. You will not wear those ridiculous clothes again." He motioned to the outfit Kevin was currently wearing.

"I could get used to this."

"There's a price for all of this." Loki smiled at the boy who was too wrapped up in the flashy gadgets around him. "I'm sure you're wondering what a teenaged boy could do for me. If you manage to do what I require of you then you would have earned your freedom. I image you know about SHEILD."

Kevin nodded. "Yeah they're the good guys."

Loki kept his classic smirk in place. "Indeed they are, now the question now is whose side are you really on? Do you want more of this?" Loki motioned to the room with all the equipment. "Unless you want to return to your regular life?"

"Um, no. What do you want me to do?" Kevin was starting to believe that crime did pay after all.

"First, we'll have to do something about your hair."

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